Hobo

I sat at a table enjoying myself picking out various ships and boats that dotted the English Channel when I was most rudely interrupted by a tap on my shoulder.

Lucy had just plastered a bright yellow ticket on the vehicle when what seemed to be the owner dressed in a black suit confronted her. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

She lay on her bed and looked up at the poster of the rainbow on the pale blue ceiling. “I wonder what it is that attracts two people in the first place?”

I met a girl Who is a butterfly With a dance for a walk And a laugh for a why

When she was a young girl she had lived in the same country where they had found the largest diamond in the world.

There is a similair sign of selfishness That streaks through many smiles...

As the unseen desert flew past us I dreamed of mysterious destinations that awaited in the biblical barrenness of the Sinai.

Success is measured by the amount of times You consistently get back up after failure It is not an exterior collective It is not a fashion or a trend

Tell me that you see the same things Stop me in the street and confront me I will laugh at your angry words And take comfort in any blows you deal out

Stomachs are empty from indulgence You have not looked within like I have And seen such discernment

Value Coca cola and large tattoos The bag is heavy filled with all sorts That are not made of liquorice

Bill was a charmer, well he thought he was at least. There was no way he could be without someone to talk to for less than an hour, to him it was torture.